The next day, be Kaylee.

You’re now Kaylee.

If accused of misandry, you would counterclaim that you love men. You just happen to love them with less clothes on.

You’re driving to your friend Sara’s house right now. She’s not likely to have returned home yet, but that’s okay, because after hearing from Sara that her roommate has been walking around in nothing but boxers, you’re hoping to catch him in the semi-nude.

Maybe you can be second girl to score on Josh. You’re as cute as Sara, but what you have that she doesn’t is confidence. You approach men with the assumption that they want to fuck you as much as you want to fuck them. That assumption has usually been incorrect, but you’ve benefitted from the rare occasions when it hasn’t. Maybe this will be one of those occasions. Maybe Josh has been showing more skin not exclusively because he wants to seduce Sara, but because he’s in heat.

So what if you’re a bit of a rand-puss? Sexual excitement feels good, even if it does leave you wishing that you could get laid a little more often. Or a lot more often.

Josh lets you in when you arrive at Sara’s place. He’s naked except for a pair of boxers, just as you hoped.

You open your arms, a clear non-spoken invitation for a hug, and he happily indulges you. You draw the hug out a bit longer than usual as you enjoy the feeling of his bare, muscly back under your hands.

“Sara’s not back yet,” Josh says as the two of you disengage.

“That’s okay. I’ll just hang out here.”

You throw yourself down on the couch and pull out your phone and pretend to text, while really you’re watching Josh from under your bangs.

“I like this new you, Josh.”

His brow furrows in confusion.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“Your self-liberation. Letting your skin breathe.”

“Oh, right,” he laughs. “Well, I’m more comfortable in less clothes.”

Yeah, sure. His having sex with Sara removed any doubt as to what his real motives are.

“I’m also learning that the extra attention can be exciting.”

That was blunt.

“Why don’t you come closer and tell me about that,” you say, patting the couch cushion next to you.

He sits close enough that your thighs touch and from there you mash your torso against him. You feel sublime as he wraps a big strong arm around your shoulder.

“Not much to tell, really,” he says. “I just like that girls are a little nicer to me. Sometimes I feel their eyes linger on me . . .”

You shift so that his hand falls onto your breast. Neither of you remove it. He’s not doing anything with his hand except letting it rest there, but as you imagine him squeezing and kneading your breast your nipples grow hard and you can’t help but put a hand on his crotch.

He’s sporting a chub. Hah! So he does want this.

Your hungry eyes lock on his as you grope his cock.

“We shouldn’t,” he says, removing his arm from around your shoulders and creating some distance between you. “Sara will be home any minute.”

You continue to feel up his dick through his underwear. The fabric is so thin that you can feel the heat coursing through his member. You consider plunging your hand into his boxers, but he seems resolute in his refusal. With a sigh of frustration, you take yourself off him completely.

He heads off to the bathroom. Outwardly you’re calm and somewhat bored, but inside you’re fuming. Fucking cunt-tease. It’s not like Sara would have been hurt by her friend sleeping with her roommate. She wouldn’t even have to know; you could have stopped when you heard Sara approaching the front door.

The sound of the shower going reaches your ears and you hope that Josh is jacking it at the thought of you. Yeah, right.

As you’re waiting for Sara, your eyes fall on Josh’s phone, which he left on the coffee table.

You pick up the phone. The lock it uses is the kind that opens when someone traces their finger over some dots in the correct pattern. You find that the passwords people use on these things are usually predictable, and you guess it on the second try.

You’re about to snoop through his text messages, but another, flashier icon catches your eye. It calls itself “Rules of the World”, and when you click it, seemingly endless lines of text appear, each a description of some aspect of the world you live in.